XLII
Dragol´s pov The dawn has arrived. And the forrest around me are starting to wake up and go to sleep. I am on my way to a farm south of the town. I have the spear in hand. In the belt that are draped over my hips hangs my axe and knife. All that see me right now, would not believe their eyes. They would think I have stepped out of a movie, Tv show or a ducumentary. Becouse of the way I have dressed. I have a dark soft pants and sweater on. The sweater is thin too. On my feets are soft boots in leather, they reach me halfway up to my knees. All of the clothes I am used of using when I hunt. The boots will hold my feet dry: Even keep my step more silent. I nod in greeting to all who I meet. Even if I have not been to Nates farm, I had no problem to find it. As I stepped in to the farm, I
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